With Netflix’s House of Cards having returned on Valentine’s, Dan Squire’s poem is a timely reminder that all’s to play for in love and war.
Invited to his house again,
We sit together for lunch,
Then out comes his set,
His smile shifts.
I can’t resist the opportunity.
A white pawn falls and he wipes away my fingerprints.
Offers up his child for slaughter, I avenge.
Now cornered, I see the future he planned.
He seduces his way past each defence,
Cleansing his returning subjects with a handkerchief.
Another clinical conquest
In a portfolio of easy wars.
My finger leaves no grease on his wooden pieces
And I leave no blemish on his reputation.
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